Ah ha, hush that fussEverybody move to the back of the busDo you want to bump and slump with usWe the type of people make the club get crunk

Ah ha, hush that fussEverybody move to the back of the busDo you want to bump and slump with usWe the type of people make the club get crunk

Many a day has passed, the night has gone byBut still I find the time to put that bump off in your eyeTotal chaos, for these players, thought we was absentWe takin' another route to represent the Dungeon FamilyLike Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back wayWe stabbing every city then we headed to that bat caveA-T-L, Georgia, what we do for yaBull doggin' hoes like them Georgetown HoyasBoy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham ain't sittin' prettyDoing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around tittiesDamn we the committee gone burn it downBut us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now

Ah ha, hush that fussEverybody move to the back of the busDo you want to bump and slump with usWe the type of people make the club get crunk

Ah ha, hush that fussEverybody move to the back of the busDo you want to bump and slump with usWe the type of people make the club get crunk

I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life gameTo stimulate then activate the left and right brainSaid baby boy you only funky as your last cutYou focus on the past your ass'll be a has whatthat's one to live by or either that one to die toI try to just throw it at you determine your own adventureAndre, got to her station here's my destinationShe got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hoursTook a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't coming with itBut I'm with ya you cause you probably going through it anywayBut anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought itCause I thought it would be jamming but examine all the flawsky-wawskyAwfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wroteAnd I hope I never have to float in that boatUp shit creek it's weak is the last quoteThat I want to hear when I'm going down when all's said and doneAnd we got a new joe in townWhen the record player get to skipping and slowing downAll yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then

Ah ha, hush that fussEverybody move to the back of the busDo you want to bump and slump with usWe the type of people make the club get crunk

Ah ha, hush that fussEverybody move to the back of the busDo you want to bump and slump with usWe the type of people make the club get crunk